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vault entry 001
classification:
☑️ emotional terrorism
☑️ spiritual betrayal
☑️ family drama i didn’t audition for
☑️ betrayal w/ a side of bullshit
offender code: jesus freak
submitted by: "don’t fuck with me"
status: anonymous (stealth mode activated)
one-line summary:
“sister told me after my child died that my son would be in hell if he didn’t have Jesus as his savior.”
archived reflection:
fuck that bitch.
shattered any notion of what “family” was thought to be.
i could write a book about it.
won’t do that here.
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